A/N: Once again, thank you so much for your response to this story! I find myself constantly smiling while reading the reviews!
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle or the characters involved in this story.
July 2nd, 2014
Castle,
It's three in the morning and I'm trying, I swear I am, but the dreams keep coming. No matter how many positive thoughts I fall asleep with, no matter how focused I am on the hopes of our future, I still find myself being plunged into horrible dreams with tragic endings.
I know you weren't in the car, I saw it for myself, but my subconscious can't let go of the image of you there. Did you get out before the car ever erupted in flames? Were you burned in the process? How bad were you hurt before someone drug you away from the scene?
I can't stop asking myself these questions, because I need the real answers. I need to know what happened to you.
Anyway, I'm supposed to be writing about positive things, about hopes, so let me try.
I look forward to a future of positive dreams, of peaceful nights with restful sleep. Nights with dreams that are filled with wonderful things, whether they're things that have really happened or that I want to happen.
Sleeping beside you has always brought me an inner peace. And being with you has filled my nights with some of the best dreams. So that's my second hope for our future, Babe, good dreams that chase away the bad. I don't know where you are or what state you're in, but I hope your dreams are kinder to you than mine.
Castle finds it interesting that he finds himself reading her second entry at almost the same time of morning that she wrote it to him. Unable to sleep for more reasons than he'd ever tell her, he had crept into his office and sat down to read more of her words.
He still doesn't have the answers to any of her questions, but he wishes more than anything that he did.
The amount of pain laced in those words, in the admission that she was hurting even though she constantly tried to find hope, is enough to have his heart pounding furiously against the wall of his chest.
Whoever took him might have made him forget, but Kate faced a far harder battle. She remembers every day of those two months, every painful moment that she had to admit that their ending wasn't guaranteed to be happy.
He can't stand sitting in his office away from her any longer, not when she spent two months alone in their bed.
When he slips back in beside her, Kate has rolled onto her back. He smiles when he notices her left hand is laid gently across her stomach. It's still flat, but he knows their child is growing inside her. It makes his heart swell, knowing that they're getting their happy ending, that they created a life together.
This is the love he always dreamed of, the kind of love that he knew was out there, but wasn't sure he'd ever find. He knows she thought the same thing, and he's glad that she eventually chose to take a chance on him.
He can't resist reaching his own hand out and letting it rest over hers. He gets to be a father again, and he gets to raise his child with the love of his life. Dreams really do come true, and he hopes that he can continue to make Kate happy in all of the ways that bring only the best kinds of dreams.
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